Arturo: "Well it depends what sort of phone booth you had in mind, doesn't it madam."

Straight out of Heaven,
You are a pho-one booth
Better to me, tha-an a phooo-one
Itself.

And into my boo-ooth,
you caa-ame.
Giving me a phone,
Sweeping the phone booth, of sadness
awa-ay, from a door
shut stiii-iill...

Closed by the pain, of a bro-oken
Phone.

I went to Heaaa-ven,
And stole a phone booth.
So I could call, you
For myse-e-e-elf...

Straight out of Heaven,
You are a phone booth,
Better to me than a phooo-one itself.